The sound of dishes clanking as Vanessa scrubs the salad plates is what is keeping me awake as I man the register.
It was a slow afternoon at the bakery, completely uncharacteristically quiet than the usual weekdays. With the exception of Shay sitting at the same table she settled on yesterday with her notebook on the table.
Considering no one new had entered the bakery in an hour, I leave my post at the register to grab a slice of cake from the display and head to Shay's table.
She was nose deep in a book with her hand scribbling rapidly on her notebook that I was afraid her wrist might break.
"Don't you ever take a day off?" I ask.
She looks up and the tension on her brows vanished when she saw me. "I wish. These books aren't going to study themselves."
"I hear you're applying for
